Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.